Lu Yuan watched the uncle's retreating back and cursed inwardly, 'You old Emperor, what kind of thankless job did you give me? Since when does a Fourth Grade Prefect get eaten by a Xingzi?'
'He didn't dig this trap specifically for me, did he?'
He couldn't tell if the trap was made for him or if he just happened to fall into it, but he felt that when things were this strange, something wicked was afoot.
Lu Yuan had no choice but to lead his wife toward the city center.
The Court's administrative buildings were usually located in the center of the city, so heading deeper in was the right way to go.
Seeing how few people were on the streets, Lu Yuan's close retainers naturally fell back, putting a great distance between themselves and Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan walked up to the Prefecture Yamen's entrance. The main gates were wide open, and two listless guards were leaning against the pillars on either side, chatting idly.
